Words have no language which can utter the secrets of love; and beyond the limits of expression is the expounding of desire.

You have actually waltzed with tremendous style, my sweet, O my sweet, crushed angel.

People say that the soul, on hearing the song of creation, entered the body, but in reality the soul itself was the song.

It is not easy to stop thinking ill of others.Usually one must enter into a friendship with a person who has accomplished that great feat himself.Then something might start to rub off on you of that true elegance.

I am a hole in a flute that the Christ's breath moves through. Listen to this music.

There is an ambush everywhere from the army of accidents; therefore the rider of life runs with loosened reins.

I once asked a bird, how is it that you fly in this gravity of darkness? She responded, 'love lifts me.'